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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.