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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.