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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.