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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.