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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.