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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Television,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.