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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.