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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Ten City,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.