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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.