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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
The Victims,
Pole,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.