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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Gong,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.