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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.