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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.