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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Audionom,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.