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 Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.