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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal 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?
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.