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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.