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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.