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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.