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 Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
ABC,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.