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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.