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 Afghanistan 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.