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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.