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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.