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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.