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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
X-102,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.