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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Magma,
UT,
Quantec,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.