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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.