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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.