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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
The Doors,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.