Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
The Human League,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.