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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.