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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.