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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.