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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
June Days,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.