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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
JFA,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.