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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Nico,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.