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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.