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 Venezuela 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.