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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.