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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.