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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.