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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.