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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.