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 Armenia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.