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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 CMW to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.