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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.