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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.