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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.