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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.