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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.