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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.