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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.