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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
JFA,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.