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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
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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.