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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selecter to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.