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 Iraq and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.