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 Argentina 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Hashim,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.