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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.