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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
10cc,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.