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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
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.