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 the UAE 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.