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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.