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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 808 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.