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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Wings,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.