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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.