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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Gories 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.