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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Hoover,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.