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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.