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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.