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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.