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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
New Order,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.