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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.