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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.