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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.