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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Slave,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.