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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.