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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.