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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
June Days,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.