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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.