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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.