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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.