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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
PIL,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.