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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.