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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Scion,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.