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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Oneida,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Can,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.