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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.