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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.