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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.