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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.