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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.