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 India and from Tokyo.
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 Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.