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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Marmalade,
Visage,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.