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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.