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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.