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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.