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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Franke,
the Swans,
The Names,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Television,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.