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 Bahamas 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.