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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.