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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Sparks,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.