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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.