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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.