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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.