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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Sonics 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.