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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
The Index,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.