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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.