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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.