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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Mars,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.