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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
EPMD,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.