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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.