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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.