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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.