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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.