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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Wings,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.