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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.