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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Motorama 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 funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.