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 Azerbaijan and from Halifax.
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 Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Red Krayola to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.