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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Mars,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.