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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.