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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.