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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.