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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.