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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.