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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Colin Newman to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.