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 Lebanon 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
the Association,
Organ,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
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.