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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.