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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.