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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.