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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.