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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Rakim,
Fear,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.