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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.