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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.