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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.