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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.