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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Slave,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.