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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.