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 Bulgaria 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.