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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.