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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.