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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.