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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.