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 Papua New Guinea 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.