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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.