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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.