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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Erykah Badu to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Blancmange,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.