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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.