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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.