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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.