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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.