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 Sierra Leone 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.