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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
The Sound,
The Saints,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.