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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Ludus,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.