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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.