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 Philippines 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.