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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
MC5,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.