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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.