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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.