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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.