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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.