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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Residents,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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Black Pus,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.