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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.