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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.