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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.