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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.