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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.