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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Brick,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.