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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
MC5,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.