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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
10cc,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.