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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.