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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.