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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
DNA,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.