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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.