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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.