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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.