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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.