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 Monaco 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.