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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.