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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.