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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.