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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.