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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Boredoms to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.