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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.