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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.