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 Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.