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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.