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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.