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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 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 Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.