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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.