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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.