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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.