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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.