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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.