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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.