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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.