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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.