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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.