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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.