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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.