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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.