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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Heaven 17 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?
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.