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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.