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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.