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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.