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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest 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 funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Altered Images,
cv313,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.