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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.