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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.