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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.