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 Armenia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
UT,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.