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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.