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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.