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 Jamaica 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
JFA,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.