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 Belarus and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.