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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.