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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.