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 Australia and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.