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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
AZ,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.