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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.