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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s 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 Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.