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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.