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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.