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 Sierra Leone 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.