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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.