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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.