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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Magma,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.