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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Swans,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.