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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.