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 Korea North 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.