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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.