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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Barracudas to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.