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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.