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 Liechtenstein 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.