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 Dominica 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
New Order,
Motorama,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.