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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.