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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Index,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
PIL,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.