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 Belize and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.