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 Namibia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Wings,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.