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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.