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 Uganda and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.