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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.