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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.