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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.