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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.