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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.