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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.