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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Gories to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Wings 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.