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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Television,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.