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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.