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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.