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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Sex Pistols 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.