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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.