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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Television,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.