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 Haiti 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.