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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.