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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Wire,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.