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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.