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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.