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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.