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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.