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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.