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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Barracudas 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake 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?
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.