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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
The Motions,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.