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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Index,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.