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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.