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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.