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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Smog,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.