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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.