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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.