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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.