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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
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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.