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 Oman and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.