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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.