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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.