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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
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.