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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Mars,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.