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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.