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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.