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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 mellotron 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.