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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Smog,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.