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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.