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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.