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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
DNA,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.