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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.