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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.