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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moody Blues to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Nico,
The Residents,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.