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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.