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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
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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.