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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.