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 Algeria 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.