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 Norway 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.