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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.