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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.