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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.