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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Wings,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.