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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
The Move,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.