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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.