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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Monks to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.