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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.