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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.