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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.