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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents 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 Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.