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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.