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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
The Index,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.