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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
X-101,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.