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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.