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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Crime,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.