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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.