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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.