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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.