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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.