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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.