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 Spain 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.