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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Scion,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.