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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
PIL,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.