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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.