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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.