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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.