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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.