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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.