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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.