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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.