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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.