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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.