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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Index,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Neu!,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.