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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.