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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.