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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Wire,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.