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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.