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 Israel 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Japan,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.