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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan 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?
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.