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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.