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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.