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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.