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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.