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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.