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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.