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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.