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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.