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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.