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 Mali and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Gong,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.