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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.