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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Smoke to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.