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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.