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 Lesotho 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Wire,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Cluster,
JFA,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.