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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.