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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.