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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.