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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.