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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.