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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.