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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.