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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
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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.