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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.