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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.