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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.