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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.