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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
The Monks,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
AZ,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.