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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.