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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s 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 Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Slave,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.