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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Personalities to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.