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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
The Motions,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Can,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.