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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.