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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.