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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.