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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.