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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Durutti Column to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.