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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.