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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.