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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.