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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 guitar 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.