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 Chad and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.