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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.