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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.