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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
ABBA,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.