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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Albert Ayler 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.