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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
The Human League,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.