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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.