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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.