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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.