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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.