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 China 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
UT,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.