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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.