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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.