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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.