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 Zimbabwe 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.