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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Gong,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
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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.