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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
CMW,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Index,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.