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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.