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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.