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 India and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.