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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
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.