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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Index,
The Names,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.