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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.