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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.