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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Brick,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.