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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.