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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
X-102,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.