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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.