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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.