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 India and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Can,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
ABBA,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.