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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Lyres,
CMW,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.