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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.