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 Laos 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Television,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.