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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.