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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.