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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.