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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.