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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.