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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.