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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Suicide,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Liliput,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.