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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Tom Boy 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.