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 Uganda and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
PIL,
June of 44,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.