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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
PIL,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.