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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Sparks,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.