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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.