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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 MDC to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.