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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 808 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
cv313,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.