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 India 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.