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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.