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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.