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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.