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 Chad 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.