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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
cv313,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.