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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.