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 Oman 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.