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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.