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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.