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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.