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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Technova,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.