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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
PIL,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.