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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.