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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.