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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.