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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Toasters 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
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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.