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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
UT,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.