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 Oman 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.