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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.