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 Bolivia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.