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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.