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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.