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 Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
MC5,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.