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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
MC5,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.