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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.