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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.