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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.