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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.