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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.