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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.