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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1968 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 New York 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 snare 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Television,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.