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 Mongolia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.