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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.