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 Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Visage,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
JFA,
Sparks,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.