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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.