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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.