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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.