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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.