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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.