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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
10cc,
Q65,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Brick,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.