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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pole 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.