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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Suicide,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.