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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.