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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.