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 Zambia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.