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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.