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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
The Motions,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.