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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.