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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.