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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.