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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.