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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.