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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Excepter,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.