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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.