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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.