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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.