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 Mexico 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.