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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.