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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Trojans to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.