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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.