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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.