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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.