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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.