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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.