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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.