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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Skaos,
The Names,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.