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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.