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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.