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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.