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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Swans,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.