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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.