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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.