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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.