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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.