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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.