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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Brick,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.