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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.