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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.