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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.