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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.