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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
JFA,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.