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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Slave to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.