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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.