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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.