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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.