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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.