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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.