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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.