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 Italy and from New York.
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 Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.