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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
The Fall,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.