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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.