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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.