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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.