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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.