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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.